A view of the religion of the town, or, A Sunday-morning's-ramble. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06429 of text R226868 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing V368). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06429 Wing V368 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[327] 99886988 ocm99886988 181649 2240884886

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06429) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181649) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[331]) A view of the religion of the town, or, A Sunday-morning's-ramble. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [London : 1687] Imprint from Wing. Verse: "On Saturday night we sat late at the Rose ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Drinking of alcoholic beverages -- Early works to 1800. eebo A view of the religion of the town, or, A Sunday-morning's-ramble. anon 1687 1 565 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A View of the Religion of the Town , OR , A Sunday-Mornings-Ramble . I. ON Saturday Night we sat late at the Rose , Carousing a Glass to our Wive's Repose , After our usual Mode ; Till we drank so long , That Religion came on , For we were full of the God. At Pro and Con We held till One , And then we agreed in the Close , To let Wording alone , And Ramble the Town , To see how Religion grows . II. We began at the Church of Saint Peter , Whose Prebends make many Mouths water , Religion did here Like Grave Matron appear , Neat , but not Gawdy , like Courtezan Rome , Plain , but no Slut like you Geneva Dame. She hath on an old Stuff , With a Primitive Ruff , And round the Seam of her Vest , In Musick-Notes scrawl'd all or'e Loyalty express'd she bore , By which at her Church we guess'd . III. At the Tombs we did peep , Where the Kings were asleep , And the Quire melodiously Chanted , Without any concern , As we could discern Of being Be-Quo-warranted . And we fancy , at the last cast ( Sir ) When among the rest They come to the Test , Saint Peter will deny his Master . IV. Then shfting our Protestant-Dress , To the Royal Chappel we press , Where Religion was fine indeed , But with Facings and Fringins , With Crossings and Cringings , Entirely run up to Seed . Good God , what Distraction there reign'd , Where Union in Worship was feign'd ! For I spy'd a poor Maid Just come to the Trade ( For I fancy she was but a Learner ) Who was but at most ( Sir ) Half through Pater-Noster , When the Prist was at Amen-Corner . V. Not an Irish-man's Breeches has half the Petitions We saw put up there for various Conditions , Sent to the bless'd Maid With Care and with Speed , And she soon had a Fellow-feeling For she was not far off , But got up aloff . Mot curiously drawn on the Cieling By the Royal Command , Where Verrio's great Hand ( Such to the Saints is his Love ) To the Virgin has given As glorious a Heaven , As that she enjoys and reigns in above . Whether like the Rogue drew her , They can tell best that knew her , Tho' most Men are apt to conjecture , When he drew the blest Maid ( Moral Fancy to aid ) His Mistress sat for the Picture . VI. Then , bidding Farewel to their Goddess and them , We put in at the Savoy , or New Amsterdam , Not to find our Religion , but to see some odd Sights To which Father Corker's Chappel invites : As in ours sometimes we plac'd Saints and Martyrs , So this Holy Room was surrounded with Traytors , In Halters there hung , Just so as they swung , Saint Coleman , and most of the Gang ( Boy ) And wa'nt it for something That 's just next to nothing , Perhaps there had hung our new Envoy . FINIS ,